The opening sign to a mother-in-law of the richest man

Coming out of the drunken environment of the villa, Chen Feng suddenly felt that the air outside was much fresher.

He drove to the school and waited for Su Xinyao to leave school at the school gate.

Ten minutes have passed since school, but Su Xinyao still didn't come out.

Chen Feng was worried that Liu Niu's failure to take his daughter out of Rongcheng would be harmful to Little Nanny, so he strode to the classroom immediately.

Fortunately, the classroom is brightly lit.

Yang Min, the long-legged beauty teacher who I met last time, was standing on the podium, with a middle-aged man holding a test paper and arguing with her loudly.

"Brother Xiaofeng!"

Seeing Chen Feng walking into the classroom, Su Xinyao immediately laughed and rushed forward.

Chen Feng squeezed Xiao Nian Luo's soft cheek with a bit of love, and asked curiously, "Why don't you pack your schoolbag?"

"The results of the Chinese test came out. Wang Xu was dissatisfied with his composition scores. He felt that the teacher was partial and gave me high marks. His father was arguing with the teacher."

Chen Feng picked up Su Xinyao's test paper.

With a perfect score of one hundred and five, she took one hundred and forty-nine, and the only score was deducted on reading comprehension.

Even the composition is full marks.

And her tablemate--

Wang Xu, who was dissatisfied with his composition score, scored only 38 points in the final test paper, which was not as good as Su Xinyao's score in a composition.

"Teacher, you are eccentric. You deliberately give Su Xinyao high marks every time. Her composition is not as good as mine. Why is my score lower than her!" Wang Xu shouted dissatisfiedly.

If Yang Min weren't for Wang Xu and his father, Wang Zheng, he would have liked to lose his face.

In front of Wang Zheng, she reluctantly squeezed out a smile: "Wang Xu, many sentences in your composition are unclear, and there are many typos."

Swallowing silently, Yang Min continued to say: "Moreover, the biggest problem with your composition is to digress."

"Ahem." Wang Zheng coughed with a sullen face.

Yang Min glanced at him with some fear, and changed the subject: "Of course, your literary talent has always been good. This is worthy of praise."

"All right!"

Wang Zheng directly interrupted impatiently.

He leaned on the podium table with one hand and said coldly: "Teacher, I'm telling you the truth. My son wrote this essay, which happened to be when I gave him a question at home. He wrote it and I gave it to him. Revised, the full score is 40 points, you only gave 28 points, what do you mean?"

"Wang Xu, his father, it is reasonable to say that he can't even get a passing score. I think his language is beautiful..." Yang Min wanted to cry without tears.

"Well, don't say anything else, your score is indeed unreasonable."

Wang Zheng snorted disdainfully: "I have read that little girl's full score composition. The writing is not very good. If you want me to beat it, I will give her 20 points at most. I don't know how your full score was written!"

"This, I..."

This is the first time Yang Min has encountered such an unreasonable parent.

When she saw Chen Feng appear in the classroom, she immediately grabbed the life-saving straw.

"Are you Su Xinyao's parent?" Yang Min asked pretending not to know.

The father and son Wang Zheng and Wang Xu glared at Chen Feng with hatred.

Chen Feng faintly curled his lips, picked up Wang Xu's test paper, and smiled: "Even if the composition gives full marks, the total score is not half as high as that of Yaoyao in my home. If you get such a score, Wang Xu and his father, your credit is not small. ."

"you!"

Wang Zheng's face suddenly became uglier than pork liver.

He looked at Chen Feng up and down and sneered: "My son's specialty is composition. I don't care about the total score. I only focus on training his composition. My son will become a great writer in the future!"

"Then you are really well-intentioned."

Chen Feng smiled and looked at Su Xinyao: "Yaoyao, do I focus on cultivating your composition at home?"

Su Xinyao didn't understand what force Chen Feng contained in the gourd.

But she shook her head honestly: "No."

"I didn't focus on training you, so you easily got a full score, hey!" Chen Feng sighed heavily.

Wang Zheng knew that Chen Feng was deliberately taunting him, and he angrily reprimanded: "Boy, don't you be singular in front of me!"

"Hey~"

Chen Feng smashed his mouth twice, raised his hand and patted Wang Zheng on the shoulder, and exclaimed: "Is this just like a famous person said, genius is 1% sweat plus 99% talent? ?"

"Never heard of it!" Wang Zheng's face went dark again.

Chen Feng grabbed his words and continued.

"Wang Xu, his father, look, you haven't even heard such a famous saying, indicating that your education level is far from enough to help your son's composition, which is like—"

Seeing Chen Feng paused intentionally, Wang Zheng almost wanted to slap and slap him down.

"Say something!"

Chen Feng showed a harmless smile: "Wu Zetian proved that success has nothing to do with gender, Jiang Ziya proved that success has nothing to do with age, Zhu Yuanzhang proved that success has nothing to do with birth, Bill Gates proved that success has nothing to do with education, and Ma Yun proved success. It has nothing to do with looks, and you, Wang Xu, his father, you have proved that success has nothing to do with you!"

Humph!

Wang Zheng was so angry that his fists were clenched, and the veins on his forehead and the back of his hand burst.

Regardless of Chen Feng's young age, but the words he said were awkward.

Especially his smiling face, people can't wait to rush up and kick them.

Chen Feng knew that Wang Zheng did not dare to do anything in school.

He smiled and asked Su Xinyao: "Yaoyao, have you taken any other tests in this test?"

"Take the exam." Su Xinyao replied cleverly.

"Mathematics, what score did you score?"

"One hundred and five."

"What about Wang Xu?"

"Let me see."

Su Xinyao is the monitor, and she has a copy of the test report in her hand. She took it out and replied, "Thirteen."

"English, how many did you test?"

"One hundred and five."

"What about Wang Xu?"

"Eight."

The test paper with a perfect score of one hundred and five only took single digits, and Wang Xu couldn't listen to it anymore.

Wang Zheng snorted coldly: "Chong foreigners, don't learn a good language, learn English, my son is patriotic!"

Chen Feng knew that Su Xinyao studied liberal arts, so he continued to ask: "Where's the comprehensive literature, how many did you take the exam?"

"Two hundred and ninety-eight."

Two points are deducted from the full distance.

Knowing that Chen Feng would definitely want to ask Wang Xu's achievements, this time, Su Xinyao directly replied: "Wang Xuwen comprehensive 52."

"You did a good job in the exam, go home and cook for you!"

Chen Feng praised Su Xinyao, and then looked at Wang Zheng: "Wang Xu, his father, your son did a good job in the exam, at least he is not partial. This is definitely inseparable from your hard work."

Wang Zheng was trembling with anger.

His face turned green for a while, red for a while, and black for a while, just like a palette.

Yang Min snickered on the side.

Wang Xu couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "You are not allowed to insult my father, my father is a great writer!"